A Short Script: Good Cop-Bad Cop

[I always found this kind of writing fascinating. So I decided to try my hands at one. Would be interesting to see what peeps make of it. Enjoy! ]

Good Cop: Don’t click on it .

Bad Cop: Oh, why ever not, you know you want to.

Good Cop: Just don’t! You’re setting yourself back.

Bad Cop: C’mon, it’s just a photo, geez Mother Theresa.

Good Cop: Don’t, don’t…please.

Too late. The page was loaded, and she succumbed herself to the painful pangs that slashed at her heart. He looked so happy. So dashing. So…without her.

Good Cop: Why do you do this to me? To yourself? To Us? Why?

She didn’t know why. But she kept coming back to this place. This no-man’s land. Where she saw everything she ever wanted, but never achieved.

Bad Cop: You need this. You need to see the reality of the situation, and deal with it. And maybe, just maybe, after seeing it so many times, one day you’ll take a look and be numb to it all.

But that day hadn’t yet come. So instead, she kept going back to that no-man’s land, hoping to one day come upon a beautiful mirror, gaze into it, and see herself looking back. Such poetry.

Click.

She looks just like me! He actually went for someone who looks just like me! Maybe one day, he’ll realize it was me he wanted all along, not her.

Bad Cop: Really? Is that the best you can come up with?

Sigh. It really happened didn’t it?

Good Cop: Yep, without a doubt.

But why???

Bad Cop: Why not? You and your notions about being untouchable.That’s the irony of it all. You all think you’re untouchable. Oh, this could never happen to me, that could never happen to me…until it actually does. And you’re left sitting up late into the night, joining in the chorus of your ancestors as you contemplate the silent question. “Why?”

Click.

Good Cop: C’mon, sign out, turn off the computer, and go do something else. Call someone, read a book, go for a walk. Anything. Please.

Yea, you’re right, that’s exactly what I should do.

Bad Cop: Are you kidding me? So you go read a book, call someone, go for a walk. At the end of the day none of those are gonna help you get over him. The only one who can do that is you. And you have to do this actively. Let’s look at the next one.

Click.

Oh wow, look at her goggling at him. That’s definitely a serious case of love’ims. But how can she look at him like that? What does she see in him? He’s supposed to be mine.

Good Cop: Ummm. Let’s not go there.

Go where?

Bad Cop: Leave her be! She’s dealing with it. You go right ahead girl. The truth shall set you free.